I lived in 3 different houses till I moved out of my parents’ house. Every time we moved the house got bigger with a new addition to the family. Our last house was a 7 bedroom, 2-story house. I have 3 other siblings, Jodi who is 3 years younger, Jane who is 6 years younger and Jim who is 15 years younger than me and 2 dogs. I always thought both of my sisters were more talented, more pretty and smarter than I was and I never got to know my brother very well till later in life because of our large age difference. Both of my parents got a college education, and for women in that time that was rare. My dad, James Torrey worked in an insurance company, and he always felt distant to me. My mom, Hetty Bixby Torrey never really had a job but she joined a lots of committees and participated in volunteer work. Don’t forget she had to take care of me and my siblings too.…
I was born into a family of farmers and was the eldest child out of 3 of my siblings. My mother passed away when I was 11 years old and I didn’t get along with my stepmother growing up.…
The environment I grew up in was a very bad neighborhood. The house we lived in, was in very horrible condition and accidents always happening around our surroundings. With my dad always out, struggling to work for us to always have food on the table and clothes on our bodies and my older brother always out doing things he wasn't supposed to do, we as a family never had time to talk about how our days went or what was on minds. A few years passed,my older sister Rosie, was 9 at the time, got into a car accident and sadly passed away. We as a family went through a tough time. My mother and father then decided that it was best for us to move into a more stable and friendly environment for my older brother, my soon to…
Growing up there offered me a lot of unique experiences. I got to enjoy the comfort of living in a city, as well as the fun of having farms, rivers, and lakes nearby.…
I grew up in a two small towns called Ruston, La and Grambling, La. I spent my childhood in Ruston and my teenage years in Grambling. The two towns are so small it's like 1 small town almost. I enjoyed my childhood there. It was a place where kids were free to run and play. Til this day it is still a place where kids can be free and mothers don't have to constantly fret about there child being kidnapped of the street. I remember being up the street outside playing jump rope, volley ball, kickball, football, softball, and basketball with all the neighborhood kids. When evening came and the sun went down I remember my mother standing in the yard calling my name for me to come home because it was getting late.…
I was raised in the small town of Hidalgo, Texas, just on the side of the Mexican Border. Living there made me grow up thinking that possibilities were limited and there was not much offered to us. Although, along the years, I realized that this town did not define me , and it actually made me strong enough to take on life elsewhere in the future . I remember being in this town ten years ago, and there was only local businesses . The town has grown along with me, and it has opened up opportunities to its community and myself.…
The story is based on an elderly Negro women’s journey into town for medicine for her grandson. While overcoming challenges her character is born. Along the way she encounters physical Challenges, obstacles and danger. She climbs hills, crosses streams, crawls under barbed-wire fences; she faces dangers while out in the wilderness and a hunter who threatens her life with a gun. This happens on a single trip to town in December early in the morning. Phoenix is quite remarkable woman.…
When I was a little girl I use to always go to the park and while swinging I would imagine how much cooler it would be to live in a big city with lots of people and many things to see and experience. I never would have thought that at my age I would be sitting and relishing all the amazing times I had in my small home town. The family traditions, slow living and many childhood memories hold my heart in my hometown of Norfolk Nebraska. The boldly colored green grass, light brown cat tails lining the lake shore and fishing poles hanging off a dock all are vivid in my mind when thinking about the weekends I experienced in my adolescence.…
I grew up in Brownsville, Texas in a working class family. I learned from my parents and the stories that they told me. The community that I grew up in was comforting and supportive no matter what. And the neighborhood that I lived in was a great place to grow up in because of a friend, and a supportive family to be there when it went downhill.…
That is right, the home that we dreaded but now missed. Throughout the rest of my childhood, I would spend my school years in northern Wisconsin and my summers in the Southside of Chicago. As I got older, I learned how lucky I was to have been able to experience both worlds. My cousins in the city were jealous we got to ride horses, milk cows, and ski in the winter. My friends in the country thought I was so lucky that I got to visit the Sears Tower every summer and knew of all the cool, trendy songs before the roller rink played them.…
The trail out back the beauty of nature and the smell of the fresh air. The leaves they’re falling all around you. As you walk the trail leads you to a big waterfall that not many people know about. As you just sit on the rock and watch the leaves fall while the sun sets it’s the most beautiful thing you could ever see. Listening to the birds make their music while lying on the rock besides the water. It’s calm and relaxing; However it can get a bit chilly. Sometimes if you take the four wheeler or dirt bike out back Zoey will run along side of you. Zoey is our dog she runs just as fast as the four wheeler does. Then I imagine of being a little girl again going out back with my dad. We used to catch salamanders on our way to where we were going.…
My family is a small family with only five members. My mother, my father, two sisters, and one brother. My mother worked in food and beverages, tunica co school, and sxp warehouse. And My Father was a police officer. My older sister was always willing to help you with whatever she could do, but she was also a crybaby, my brother was spoiled by everybody including me because he was the only boy. When I was twelve my mother came home with my with beautiful baby sister and we all spoiled her because she was the youngest member of the family. My Father always being a part of our lives but, since my mother was a single parent money was always tight in our household. But our needs always come first and our wants come after the bills. We grew up in a mobile trailer home. With three bedroom and two bath. My sister and I shared a room together, our room was purple and pink with pictures and posters on the wall. And…
All my life I have felt like an underdog, I was the last picked for everything in elementary school. No one ever wanted me to be on their team because I was not good enough. In football, I would miss the final catch that could win the game. In soccer as the goalie, people would score goals on me like it was nothing to it. In basketball, I could never hit the clutch contested three-pointer.…
My experience growing up in a small town was the fact that we all were safe in our elite community. What I enjoy most was running outside in the rain a small the dust from our unpaved roads, and playing hop scotch. We loved to play our games; such as: softball, red rover, Simon says, and a lot others. Walking the streets you could smell the different aromas of food cooking from each house. One of my favorite meals was moms’ fried chicken, homemade biscuits and baked apples.…
I spent my childhood years growing up in what is now a city, but have spent most of my life in a secluded suburban town on the South…